Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused, texting. [?]

a brain

was speechless,

and nobody

a moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about him,

borrowed from

the pages with a heavy

was comprehensive and had even self–studied some

to double down on her efforts.

of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have to rest to regain

to good advice, nodded

alarm when a new message popped up on her phone,

asked. [Lia, why are you asking about this Everard

Louie. She pondered for a moment before

No way.

do you know him?]

to deliberate for a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in real life.

her distance? They

stay away from him, my heart literally aches.]

was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson

could decide,

thought, she responded: [Because “Love or

Louie went silent.

for another ten minutes, but still no message. Was

and returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and we can talk then.]

knew. He actually knew!

else might have called him immediately, but

typed a single word – [Okay]

bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp tone

number. What could he want at this

she answered, and a familiar voice, more velvety than she remembered, greeted

seemed different in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally speaking. “What’s

so soothing it seemed to caress the